(Okay, if you have watched the Outsiders mini-TV series this is Dallas's funeral I just added to it a little bit :3 also, this story will take place around the same time as the TV series *Like I said I'm just sorta adding to it* I Don't own anything besides my character, Violet)

The Funeral

Ponyboy's P.O.V.

Today was a nice day. It was funny that Dally would be buried into the ground with the sun shining down on his casket. Johnny had been buried a few days ago and it had been pouring during his funeral; I guess the Universe was just picking on Dally.

Darry, Soda and I had arrived an hour earlier for the funeral service inside the church. Two-Bit and Steve got there awhile after we did, but it seemed like Violet had gotten there at the break of dawn. We were all quiet during the service; not even a bird chirped outside.

The sun shone through the windows while the reverend talked. It was obvious he didn't know a thing about Dallas Winston, but tried saying "good" things about him. I noticed while he was talking that every few seconds he would look at Violet. I think he was scared that if he said the wrong thing about Dally she'd pound him. He was probably right.

After a while the reverend stopped talking and we all knew it was time. It was time to bury Dally. As I walked outside I felt a sharp pain in my heart. Sure, seeing Johnny being buried was probably the hardest thing I've ever seen, but Dallas was different. It was like I felt sorry for him; sorry he went on that suicide mission and getting himself killed. Sorry that his life had never had a decent moment and that he died violent and young with a burning hatred for the world. Sorry that I'd never get to show him a sunset like Johnny had asked me to do….

The gang and I all stood quietly around the casket gazing at it. Then we all took turns going up to it, saying a few words and then placing a white rose on top of it. When it was my turn I went up, placed a rose on top of the chestnut brown casket and said "I'm sorry, Dally," along with a few prayers. Wherever he was he was probably laughing at me right now.

I went and stood next to Darry. He gave me a sly grin like he was saying everything was going to be okay. It wasn't. The gang was never going to be the same without Dally and Johnny. Johnny was the quiet, kid-brother figure. We all loved him. Dally was the reckless monster of the group who didn't give a damn about the law. Even though had scared me I'll still miss him. Everyone will. Dally had made the group unique. They both did. Now, they were both gone….

Violet was up next to go over to the casket, but she had barley walked two steps before she started to shake. She fell on her knees to the ground and held on tightly to the rose she was holding; the thorns pricking her fingers and causing tiny drops of blood to fall onto the grass. I don't think she even noticed. Her curly hair fell down over her face and then she began to cry. Loud sobs of misery echoed throughout the sky and then the screams began. Violet began screaming lightly while she raised her eyes to the coffin. The sky shined down on her face and, even in misery and pain, she still looked beautiful.

Darry and Two-bit started towards her, but stopped when we all heard a car door slam.

We all looked up to see Tim staring down at us. Of course he was late. Nobody ever knew where Tim was. Whether he was running from the law or running off with a pretty girl nobody knew. Tim and Dally had always been friends. When they couldn't find anyone to fight they fought each other.

Tim looked at Violet with a pity expression on his face. I couldn't tell if he felt bad for her or pitied her; finally figuring out that she wasn't as tough as she had claimed to be. I think everybody knew now that Violet did have emotions. That she had cared about someone throughout her life. That she felt pain and suffering just like everybody else.

When I looked back at Violet she was standing up, but still shaking. Tears still rolled down her face and she kept making quick gasping noises like she couldn't breathe or something. Finally, I think she finally couldn't take anymore of seeing her best friend being buried, because she turned away and ran. Ran away from the cemetery and the fact that Dallas Winston was gone forever. Nobody tried to stop her and even if someone did chase after her we wouldn't know what to do to help her.

When the funeral was over I moped home with Soda and Darry. Just as we got home it started to sprinkle. Better late than never I suppose.

"Ponyboy, do you want anything to eat?" Darry asked as he began making Soda and himself some sandwiches.

"Nah," I replied. I slunk back to my bedroom, turned off the light and laid down on my bed. I started to listen to the thunder for a while and before I knew it I fell asleep.